I walked the runway wearing the second look in my collection. It was a dress with a layered skirt that hit just above the knee and highlighted my hourglass figure.
I knew I looked good in the dress. But maybe I hadn’t realized just how good.
The photo flashes, the wild applause, the whistles, and howls were deafening.
The rush I felt was amazing.
Then my turn on stage was over just as fast as it started, though the crowd did not sound like it could be stopped.
Lucy had done her little magic trick backstage and was heading back out to model the third look.
She was the one that came up with the idea when we were in the studio.
Lucy had only a few seconds behind the curtain in which to get the big ballgown on. But we’d found a way to make it work.
We had cut the
